Chapter 569
If that’s the case, then even the underworld cannot decide Mu Liang’s fate.
Even though Xiang Yang had more than enough opportunities and his growth in strength could be said to be unparalleled throughout history, he still could not afford to give up any chance that might come his way.
“Da Cheng, extinguish the fire, extinguish the fire!” Qiu Chujie exclaimed as he caught a whiff of the burnt herbal scent wafting from the pot.
As evening approached, the shop assistants finished their work and headed home, while Qiu Dazhuang remained busy in the corner, seemingly lost in time.
However, even though she hadn’t completed her task, she had planted a time bomb within Lan Zimo, and when they met again, she was confident she could eliminate him.
Qing Huan had no choice but to step forward to greet her master, who seemed lost in thought over some existential dilemma.
At the same time, the image from the dark realm stiffened for a moment before transforming into strands of black silk, ensnaring Lan Zimo and the phoenix egg. A dark flash passed, and the three of them vanished from sight.
“Shishu, you’re standing right next to me!” Du Dacheng’s voice trembled slightly. “We need to stick together.” As he spoke, he quietly drew his sword, ready to defend himself.
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**Chapter 652: Welcome to the Great Shang Imperial Tomb**
The main hall of the Qingyuan Sect had never been this lively, yet Shangguan Wencang, seated in the position of the sect leader, appeared composed, though inwardly he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
He was worried about the potential complications of opening the Great Shang Imperial Tomb, which is why he consulted Shang Qinqing about whom Li Mo could trust to invite as protectors.
Unexpectedly, the entire Eastern Wilderness, including Yunzhou and the Southern Frontier, had descended into chaos.
It was one thing for the Hengtong Trading Company to send people, but what was up with the assassins from the Drizzle Tower?
Damn it, even the vendors selling candied hawthorns and pancakes at the mountain gate were doing it for free now!
She believed in Long Youchen, for he was the gentle young man in a sky-blue robe, not a scorpion hiding poison behind a smile... No, no, he must also be in the dark; he worked so hard, how could he bear to be deceived?
It seemed that Mu Ze was paying her quite well; she had previously complained about not having enough to squander, but now she was actually complaining about having too much money.
In truth, her smooth progress was closely related to Gu Feiyu having already devoured a significant amount of the tree demon's essence using the Blood Devouring Dragon Cauldron.
“Are you tired of me?” Mu Yuxi took a deep breath, wrapped her arms around Xingchen, and stood on her tiptoes, about to kiss him.
But this time, it was up to Taiyi to make the sacrifice. Ying Zhao had already arrived on the scene and tackled Taiyi, while on the other side, the Yomi Bone Claw was closing in. Without Ying Zhao’s intervention, he would have been slightly scratched.
“Are you talking about a place like the Plum Blossom Garden?” Long Youqing frowned, her smile from the unexpected visit in April fading as her question required more thought. Just as he confirmed that there was indeed no Zhen surname concubine in the palace, she presented him with another image.
The most unfortunate was the middle-aged fat man, resembling a mountain of flesh, whose chips were laid out before him. He could easily count the largest chip worth fifty thousand with a single slap, while the chips worth ten thousand and below were extremely limited. Ye Xian could clearly see the cold sweat covering his forehead.
As Lei Wei spoke, Chen Lisi wiped his sweat, his mind battling between two choices, his face betraying his indecision.
After a long while, the manic laughter ceased. Unlike before, the tone of the Evil Sky Demon had turned eerily calm and cold.
The celestial serpent avatar hovering above solidified into a massive, lifelike serpent, its scales menacing, coiling in front of the crowd.
“Indeed, then why do we say that Cang Xuan Shi has... fallen into madness?” Gui Die trembled, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.
With a single move, he granted the most coveted permission for the Sword of the Nine Heavens’ ancestral hall to be purified, which could not be considered anything but generous.
“I think so,” Qi Chu replied succinctly, feeling that such high-level individuals preferred brevity over verbosity.
In the distance, on a magnificent floating celestial island, the Queen Mother of the West reclined lazily in a comfortable phoenix chair, exuding elegance.
“So am I really reborn after death, or what?” Upon touching the truth, Tian Zhongge felt inexplicably heartbroken. If all of this was a conspiracy and a test, then his biological parents were truly heartless.
“Ha, it seems you still have some use! But I don’t believe I’ll find anything useful after soul-searching,” Yu Linglong said, glancing at the Pangu Axe before shifting her attention to Wang An.
Originally, Yu Yan Zun and He Huan Zun had initiated a plan to eliminate the traitors, but now Yan Zhi’s sudden appearance had completely disrupted their plans.
“...Xian Dou continued...” Huang Taiji’s mood began to improve. After days of anxiety, his confidence was returning, and he had devised some countermeasures against the Ming Dynasty’s military formations.
Mu Ming bit his lip hard, while Lin Qingyu truly didn’t know how to explain things to him. After all, he had no idea what had happened to Mingyue back then to give birth to this child. If he told Mu Ming that his biological father was someone else, he wouldn’t believe it, and if he learned the truth, it would only cause him pain.
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**Chapter 653: Li Mo’s Inner Landscape**
Within the Shang Tomb, the sun and moon were obscured, yet faint stars flickered on the ceiling, their weak light unable to pierce through the layers of gloom.
Before him lay a stone bridge, with a part of Qingyuan beneath it.
In the mist, it seemed as if a consciousness was probing, like a ghost searching for those who dared to cross the stone bridge. Those gazes were colder than when Li Mo and Ying Bing had sought the Xiahua Qi.
It was evident that the ghosts had been powerful in life, even more so than before.
If it weren’t for the Southern Ming Fire burning on Shang Wu’s body, illuminating the surroundings, the misty sea would have long since roiled.
Step—
Han Yueqiao was even more astonished by Beitang Yexuan’s words. Ordinary flowers could be consumed as long as they weren’t poisonous, but herbs had to be refined first.
“This necklace has diamonds worth a fortune, but it shouldn’t be too expensive, right? How much did An Mian spend to buy it?” Ye Jinglan countered with a question.
To him, marriage was merely an optional affair; it didn’t matter who he was with. Since Su Yuanyuan was willing, marrying her was not out of the question.
The vice clan leader had descended before the clan leader, and while the clan leader was worried, Cheng Que was more pained by the vice clan leader’s fate. He chose to check on the vice clan leader first, as the clan leader, though weak and injured, still had some perception of special spiritual bodies, and Cheng Que determined that the clan leader was temporarily safe.
But now, hadn’t they still received no news? If this medicine immortal could truly concoct an antidote for this poison, he would be at ease. At that point, it wouldn’t matter what kind of cooperation it was; even if it meant taking the life of this imperial uncle, she would be willing.
“Shut up!” Behind her, a Wang family warrior had already placed his long knife on Ning Yinglan’s shoulder. If she dared to speak nonsense again, she should be prepared to lose her life.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, ripples forming on the water’s surface layer by layer. If she threw this bowl to the ground... She smiled bitterly, knowing that Liuli would surely bring out another bowl. And by then, she wouldn’t have the chance to break another bowl.
The Dragon King was indeed a seasoned Unification expert; with a single step, the void shattered. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a torrent of magical power. The Dragon King’s golden hair flowed freely as he shouted out a Buddhist technique, the Lion’s Roar. His casual roar possessed unparalleled might, the sound waves spreading out, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
Liu Feng didn’t want to hear his cousin ramble on in front of him; after all, at this moment, he felt somewhat lost.
Mu Lixiao, however, remembered the appearance of the flower she had mentioned. A blue flower with thorns—could it be the Blue Demon? It shouldn’t have existed in ancient times, right? But looking at the way Chuqing Mama reacted, it must have been something that could expose her identity.
Mei Yuanqing and the others were furious but dared not show any dissatisfaction, so they redirected their anger toward Yun Mu.
They activated the teleportation array, and Lin Mu utilized his knowledge of formations to set up the most powerful Dao array he could on this teleportation array.
The two of them drove to another shopping mall, where several major jewelry brands were located on the first floor.
They could look down on everyone else, but if they looked down on Lin Mu, it would only mean they were courting death.
Meanwhile, the master of the Undying Temple, Wubian, the Fearsome God, and the Second Lord had laid a trap in the Undying Temple, killing A Jiu and even refining her soul.
About half an hour later, Mo Yecha finally finished sharpening a knife, and Guo Ye and Pisha could finally escape the piercing sound of the grinding.
Just a Yang Du, clearly, Roosevelt didn’t take him seriously, but was Yang Du so easy to deal with? This guy was incredibly cunning, full of schemes and plots. Want to assassinate him? It was far from as simple as Roosevelt thought!
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